SWEET PEA. "what kind of name is that?" - fuck you. | eighteen. | SERPENT | loyal as fuck. | will kill you if you cross his friends. | has the decency to at least stab you in the front, not in the back. | the very sweetest of peas.
Sweet Pea moved out when he was 16. Of course, nice real estate was hard to come by on the Southside and as a high school student with a part time job, whatever classified as nice on this side of the tracks was way out of his price range anyway. So instead he got a crappy one room apartment. Which was okay. At least the area was relatively save. Almost no break ins. Mostly because people were well aware that the people living here didn’t own anything worth stealing anyway, but sometimes you just had to stay positive.
The lamp over the front door is broken and the door itself practically never locked which is good because the doorbell’s also broken. So people just have to come in and knock on his disgusting old door. The pain is flaking off and sometimes little pieces of blue paint get stuck under your nails, but that’s okay. It’s not like he moved in here because of the paintjob on his apartment door.
Bathroom is the first door to the right. Nothing special. Toilet, sink, mirror, shower. One of those small windows that’s way high on the wall that is kinda broken and doesn’t fully shut anymore, so it’s always cold in there. Instead of a proper lamp, he has a lightbulb dangling from the ceiling. Whenever the girls sleep over and want to get ready at his place, he has to take the mirror of the wall and carry it into the living room because apparently the lighting in his bathroom is shit - whatever the fuck that means.
His kitchen is small and crammy. The cabinet is stacked with loads and loads of dishes. That’s good because Sweet Pea isn’t big on doing the dishes. And he constantly has friends over. Sure, most of the stuff doesn’t really fit together and sometimes he runs out of plates so people have to use a bowl instead or a spoon instead of a fork, but hey, at least it works. The stove doesn’t really. Which is fine. He isn’t big on cooking either. Two of the burners were broken, but that was fine. The microwave worked and the coffee machiene worked and that was really all he needed. The fridge is usually close to empty. There’s always a couple of bottles of beer in there, but hardly ever food. He’s no alcoholic or anything, but people ask for a cold beer more often than they ask for a sandwich.
The living room was most of the action happened. Half of it was covered in random photos he took. He wasn’t big into photography or anything, but they had this whole photography project at school once and since they were underfunded as fuck everyone had to pay for their own prints and since he paid for them, he decided he might just keep them. That’s one of his principles and one of many reasons why his apartment is always messy. The small mobile telly usually sits in some corner, mostly unused because of how crappy it is. But then again, Sweet Pea couldn’t afford cable anyway, so it’s fine. In one corner of the room there’s a small desk and his laptop. Fell of a truck was what his brother said when Sweet Pea asked him when he unwrapped it last Christmas. He doesn’t believe it, but he doesn’t really care either. It was a nice gift.
His bedroom is less of a room than it is the far corner of the room his apartment has and his bed is less of a bed and more of a mattress on the ground but it’s nice and big enough for Sweet Pea’s feet to not hang over the edge as long as he sleeps diagonally across the bed - which he rarely ever gets to do because there’s usually always someone over at his place after school and they almost always drink some or just chill long enough for them not to want to go home anymore so they can stay. He doesn’t have a couch so he shares his bed and his pillow and his blanket and sleeps like a normal person even if that means his feet hang over the edge because Sweet Pea’s just nice like that. It also has a window right next to it which is cool for when they all chill on his bed and talk and smoke and lean out the window and watch people pass by.
He works in the shitty little diner across the street after school. The job is shit and the food they sell is shit but sometimes on slow days his friends come visit him and he sneaks out the back to smoke with them. The pay is shit, too. But at least it pays the bills. Or most of them at least. And sometimes he gets to take home leftovers after his shift. And yeah, the food is shit, but you don’t complain about free food. Once he’s home, he drowns it in ketchup anyway so it’s chill.
Technically he lives alone. But he has a pet. No, not Hotdog. He’s not allowed to have a dog in the flat. Instead he has a cat. With three legs. Found it once while cruising through the outskirts of town, half dead on the side of the road and decided to pick it up and get it to the vet. Cat lost his leg, but survived. The cause of the injury? A snake bite. So Sweet Pea thought shit, the cat is basically a serpent now and used all his savings to pay the vet bill. He had to ask Ricky and Toni and Joey and Jughead for pieces of their lunch for a month, but he thinks it was worth it.
SWEET PEA is often mistaken for JORDAN CONNOR, but they’re really just an EIGHTEEN year old SOUTHSIDER trying to adjust to the new atmosphere at riverdale high. they can be so FIERCELY LOYAL, but also kind of SHORT TEMPERED. rumour has it, the texts are blackmailing them with HIM FINDING HIS STEP FATHER HEAVILY INJURED AFTER AN ACCIDENT BUT INTENTIONALLY NOT CALLING AN AMBULANCE UNTIL IT WAS TOO LATE. – i wonder if it’s true? (cari, 21, gmt+1, she / her)
Welcome to the shit fest that is Sweet Pea’s life.
Before you ask, yes. I went way overboard, so let if you’re not down for reading the whole thing, just scroll to the bottom and read the very, very short version!
People call him Sweet Pea and only that. He was named after his father and his father was a cunt, so he wasn’t big on carrying that name. His mom called him Sweet Pea, his brother did, too. And everyone else just eventually caught up on it. These days most people don’t even know his real name anymore. Not like he tells, even if people ask.
He’s 6 when his dead dies and he’d have to lie to say he cared. He cared about his mom though. A lot. Things were better at home after that, at least for a while, when it was just Sweet Pea, his brother and their mom. But money was shorter than ever now, but he didn’t care. He had all he needed.
When he is 8, his mother finds a new guy and marries him. He’s even worse than the first but the kids take it because they want their mother to be happy. She doesn’t look happy but says she is so it probably has to be true.
When he is 9, his mother got sick. Cancer. Sucks to explain that to a child who doesn’t know what cancer is and can hardly even spell it because he’s dyslexic as fuck. His mother is getting worse fast, so his brother tells him his mother is dying. He knows what that is, at least. He also says she could live if they could pay the medical bills, but his stepfather quits his job and gambles away all their money. So Sweet Pea hates him even more.
His brother is 17 when he joins the Serpents, starts talking a lot about unity and loyalty and words like that and Sweet Pea thinks it sounds great. He decides to join right after his brother, at twelve. They get their tattoos together, his brother on his arm, like most people, Sweet Pea on his neck because he wants it to show. For a week, all the other kids at school stare at him and he feels way cool.
His brother is the one to land the final hit. He punches him so hard, Sweet Pea thinks that maybe he didn’t even want him to get up. That he wanted him to pass out and stay down and not be a Serpent. But he gets up anyways and he likes to think that his brother looked more proud than worried when he shakes his hand after.
They move out after that, together. Because now they don’t have to stay at home anymore. Now they have a new family, a real family that looks out for each other.
He finds some friends a few years later. The first one, a girl called Toni. She’s fourteen when she joins, and Sweet Pea says she’s just a kid and way too young to be a Serpent. But he was 12 when he joined so he doesn’t get to say anything, probably. Still, she has to do the Serpent Dance in a room full of old guys and that’s weird. She says she wants it outlawed and Sweet Pea agrees, but traditions die hard, especially for Serpents.
The first initiation he gets to be a part of is Ricky’s. He punches him in the stomach and feels a little bit bad, but he keeps walking and takes it well. A lot better than Sweet Pea did back in the day, but he would never admit that.
When Joey does her dance, she looks even younger than Toni did back in the day and Sweet Pea still thinks it’s weird. She’s so short and sweet and Sweet Pea decides that he’ll look out for her right there and then and he does.
Their new little clique keeps growing like that and it’s nice. They hang out together a lot and wear their jackets with pride and take trips to the quarry and dare each other to jump in in the middle of January and get in fights together.
He’s still fifteen when he goes back to his old house. He wants to grab some stuff he left there when he and his brother moved out, walks in through the front door and sees his step father on the ground. He doesn’t know what happens and doesn’t really care. Maybe it was an accident, maybe he fucked the wrong person over. It is all the same to him, really. He even sits down on the couch where they all used to have dinner together and waits and watches the guy bleed out until he stops breathing. When he leaves, he calls the ambulance. For a solid few days he expected the police to show up at his door step, but they never do. Naturally. Northside police only ever cares when they need a scapegoat.
When he’s sixteen, he moves again. Alone this time. His brother moves in with his girlfriend and her apartment doesn’t have room for Sweet Pea and that’s fine. He gets his own flat and misses his brother, but his friends come over all the time so that’s nice.
At 18, the gang gets another member. Jughead Jones. At first Sweet Pea is excited. Then he meets the kid and sees way more northside in him. No hint of the legend that is FP Jones in that mopey emo kid. But he proves him wrong. Proves he’s cool and makes a good serpent prince and Sweet Pea thinks that in a couple of years he’d gladly follow his orders as the new Serpent King.
Then Southside High gets closed down and honestly, Sweet Pea is so fucking happy because fuck that place and everything it stands for. Riverdale High isn’t too bad. Some students suck, but classes are better and for the first time, he actually understands stuff and he wonders if he’d had been a better student if he was born on this side of the tracks. He decides it doesn’t matter.
They are seniors now and that sucks. Because it means that school will be over soon and while his friends are amazing and talented and so fucking smart, he just knows that they will get into college and make it big somewhere. But he isn’t like them. He’ll stay here, spend his nights at the Whyte Wyrm and be a Serpent till he dies. He reckons that’s not too bad, it would just be better with them there.
People call him Sweet Pea and nothing else. Other than his closest friends and his brother, no one really knows his real name and he likes to keep it that way.
When he’s six, his father dies. Served him well, because he was a dick.
When he’s eight, his mother marries his stepfather. Also a dick. Maybe even worse.
When he’s nine, his mother gets cancer and dies soon after, because thanks to his stepfathers gambling addiction, they couldn’t afford to pay for her treatment.
He joins the Serpents when he’s 12, just because his older brother did it and finds a new family in them. After joining, they both move out of their old home and leave their stepfather behind.
He makes friends with the Serpents his age almost instantly. They are like siblings to him and he’d do everything to keep them safe.
At 15, he finds his stepfather bleeding out on the living room floor of his old house. Instead of helping him, he just waits until he’s dead and calls the ambulance when he leaves. He never told anyone about this, not even his closest friends.
On his sixteens birthday, his brother moved in with his girlfriend, so Sweet Pea got his own place and constantly invites the other Serpent kids over. He’s not too big of a fan of being alone.
He actually things going to Riverdale High is great. He hated Southside High with a passion and is glad he finally got out of there. Better education, better funding. It was amazing. If that meant he had to dress like a prep five days a week, he’d gladly take it.
He’s still not a fan of northsiders and would jump them without a second thought when they start shit.
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